User blog comment:Llamao/Kotir Reborn/@comment-1298206-20120423223558/@comment-3474228-20120425025342

Vask holds a paw up. "Shut yer gob, otter, I don't need yer help, an' I'm not askin' fer it." A voice calls out from above.

"'Oy, treehopper, yew ain't gettin' off easy. Yer gettin' outta the pens t'get some fresh air ... an' some well needed slavin'!" The soldier chuckles as he slides the grate back, and Vask smiles smugly at JR.

"It's been nice knowin' ye, otter. Have a fun time locked up in this stinkhole." With these words, the squirrel lets himself be dragged out of the pens